Mysterious Revival

Chapter 1058 1024: Collapsed Floor

Yang Jian returned to the fifth floor again, and there were no abnormalities on the old wooden stairs, nor did any new vengeful spirits appear.

Sun Rui, who had torn up the black letter, went to the sixth floor of the post office. It seemed that the danger brought by tearing up the letter had mostly passed, and the previous threat was gradually subsiding.

However.

The hidden danger remained.

The main door on the first floor of the post office was shattered, and the entire post office was still in a blackout state, which meant the post office was still out of control. Under such circumstances, nothing happening would be surprising.

"It seems everything is normal on the fifth floor, not eroded by the supernatural. It looks like the supernatural occurrences were targeting the person who tore the black letter, and there were no repercussions here." Yang Jian's ghost eyes scrutinized the area but found nothing amiss.

The only noteworthy thing was.

The door to Room 504 was now open.

That room was previously Sister Hong's.

And Ye Zhen had disappeared again, no one knew where he went. Maybe he entered some room, or perhaps he was chasing after other supernatural phenomena.

"The last puzzle piece is in Room 501." Yang Jian immediately set his sights on the first room.

He quickly walked over without waiting for anyone else to join him.

This room's door remained tightly closed, but faint light emanated from the door crack. The light was not bright and flickered unsteadily, clearly from a candle or an oil lamp, not electric light.

He glanced at the incomplete female corpse he was carrying.

Yang Jian hesitated for a moment but decided to bring it along.

He stepped forward to try and open the door to the room, but surprisingly, the door to Room 501 was not locked today and opened easily. Inside, a dim yellow light indeed shone, familiarly coming from an oil lamp.

"Another oil lamp? Sun Rui picked up an oil lamp in the lobby on the first floor before, but the oil in that lamp had already burned out. It was useless now. And here, there's also an oil lamp... could there be a connection between the two? Or did the oil lamp on the first floor come from here?"

He had a slight question in his heart.

With doubts, he strode in.

The layout of this room was identical to other rooms, except the setup was somewhat strange. In the living room was a large table with nothing on it but a solitary oil lamp. The oil lamp was lit, with a small flicker of light swaying in the dim environment.

Nearby, some black shadows were reflected, very blurry and very strange.

The lamp oil from the oil lamp emitted an unusual odor, like some kind of animal fat, but having been stored for a long time, it had a bit of a rotten smell, making one feel somewhat uncomfortable.

"Where is the person of Room 501? Or rather, where is the ghost of Room 501?" Yang Jian frowned, very vigilant.

The person in the neighboring Room 502 said this room held a terrifying ghost that would lure the messenger into the room and kill them, and no living person who entered this room could get out.

But the result was somewhat unexpected.

Yang Jian did not see any ghost, nor did he encounter any danger. In fact, the room was very normal, with no traces of wandering ghosts. On the contrary, frequent strange events were happening in the neighboring Room 502, with stacked bodies of many deceased messengers.

"Regardless of whether there is a ghost in this room, I need to find the last puzzle piece."

To control the post office, he needed to understand everything here.

The female corpse divided into five parts might offer him a better understanding of this place.

Yang Jian went to check the bathroom first.

The bathroom was covered in a layer of dust, as if it hadn't been used for years. Though it was a bit dirty, there were no signs of damage or supernatural occurrences.

Subsequently, he went to the only bedroom in the room.

The door was closed but wasn't locked.

Upon opening, it also turned out to be lit. On the bedside table, Yang Jian saw another oil lamp, identical to the one on the table outside, with no difference whatsoever, still burning what seemed like corpse oil, giving off a rotting smell.

Beside the bedside table.

Yang Jian found a glass jar filled with a yellow liquid, in which a pale dead man's leg was soaked, like a specimen in formalin, but it was not one leg; it was two.

However, though the corpse had been soaked for years, there were no signs of decay. Instead, it was quite fresh, as if it had just been placed inside.

"The dead man's head taken from the first floor, the arm from the oil painting, the body from the lobby, and the legs from Room 501—the corpse hasn't been divided into five parts, but rather four: head, body, arm, leg."

"But there is only one arm. Did I miss something?"

Yang Jian recalled.

Indeed, the glass jar contained one dead arm, not two.

"Perhaps the corpse itself was incomplete, and that arm never existed."

Yang Jian speculated.

Apart from the corpse buried in the lobby on the first floor, the corpse itself might have missing parts, just like a jigsaw puzzle. Without one piece, how could the puzzle be perfectly completed?

"Get out of here."

Yang Jian took the glass jar and then immediately started retreating.

He did not encounter a ghost.

Safely entering the room, he also left safely.

"There is no ghost in Room 501 whatsoever, it's an empty room with only two oil lamps... so the only possible explanation is that the ghost from this room left after the post office lost control, or the person in Room 502 was lying, intentionally hiding some information."

Yang Jian's expression fluctuated as he looked at Room 502.

The door to the room no longer existed, having been destroyed by him. Inside was pitch black, with some strange sounds faintly coming, indicating supernatural occurrences and making one hesitant to enter easily.

"Captain, did you find the puzzle piece?" Li Yang and others arrived at this moment, just as Yang Jian was exiting the room.

Yang Jian said, "Take out those glass jars."

"The previous glass jar is in the room." Li Yang quickly returned to Room 507 where they had been before.

Zhou Ze also took out the glass jar they obtained from the oil painting from his backpack.

Inside was a pale arm.

"Everything's still here, nothing got lost." Li Yang quickly came out of the room, also holding a glass jar, which contained a human head.

It was a short-haired woman's head, eyes open, eerie and frightening, as if she had already awakened.

Yang Jian dropped the corpse he was carrying onto the ground, then tried to smash the glass jar, finding it surprisingly hard. It couldn't be easily shattered. He eventually had to use Ghost Hand to exert supernatural pressure to smash it.

Once the glass jar was broken, the yellow liquid spilled out, and the air was filled with a strange smell, causing a nauseating urge.

He broke the remaining two glass jars one by one.

One arm, and the woman's head were taken out.

"Still missing one arm," Wang Yong said. "It seems we haven't found all the puzzle pieces."

Others looked at Yang Jian.

Indeed, there were four pieces, but the fifth was missing.

"Maybe there never was a fifth puzzle piece, or, perhaps there is, and I just haven't found it all yet, but it doesn't matter. The main parts have been retrieved, I want to see the result." Yang Jian finished speaking and began assembling the corpse.

The cold legs were flexible and fit onto the body, the severed edges perfectly aligned, as if they had been cut by some sharp implement.

The only implement known to Yang Jian capable of this was the Firewood Knife.

No, there was also an axe.

But that axe existed in the world of the oil painting. No one knew who held the real axe outside, or if it was in the hand of the vengeful spirit.

After the legs were attached, the wound at the joint began to disappear rapidly. The corpse seemed to be growing, healing, making it feel astonishingly unbelievable.

"Would this cause problems? The corpses seemed to be intentionally scattered, and the corpse buried on the first floor clearly indicated a desire to remain undiscovered. Reanimating the corpse now might cause some terrible consequence," Zhou Ze looked at Yang Jian, expressing some concern.

"Perhaps leaving it alone is the best choice," said Zhong Yan nervously.

Li Yang and Wang Yong remained silent. Although they felt this approach was wrong, curiosity inevitably lingered in their hearts.

Yang Jian said, "The age of this glass jar is at most a little over ten years. It hasn't reached the point of being established with the post office. This means that, strictly speaking, this corpse doesn't have much to do with the post office itself. Someone simply dismembered the corpse and left it here."

"I'm curious as to why the corpse must remain in the post office and not be taken away. If she encountered an enemy in life and was killed, the corpse logically would have been destroyed or separated and imprisoned long ago. It wouldn't likely be left in one place."

"Do you think there is some reason this corpse has to remain in the post office?" Wang Yong suddenly realized something.

Yang Jian coldly looked on and said, "Ten years ago was exactly the time when that black letter began. The things behind this might not be simple, but this corpse certainly predates that black letter. Yet it's very likely the start of that incident."

As he spoke, the arms of the corpse were pieced together.

But it was still missing one arm,

and the woman's head had yet to be placed on.

"Be careful," Wang Yong reminded.

Yang Jian nodded, signaling everyone to be cautious, then brought over the Dead Man's Head, its eyes wide open, as if unwilling to die, and placed it on the neck of the corpse.

The fit was impeccable.

As if seamless.

Furthermore, the corpse began to grow at a rapid pace, healing and sealing up the final bit of the wound.

Before them lay a paled female corpse missing one arm. The corpse wasn't completely undressed; it had sheets of black letter paper stuck to its body. Those sheets were worn like clothes by the corpse, but they were special, carrying some kind of curse.

Ye Zhen had previously warned Yang Jian, thus he refrained from meddling with the items on the corpse.

"The eyes closed."

Everyone saw the previously open eyes on the corpse slowly shut, as if its resentment had been vented, allowing it to rest in peace.

But that couldn't possibly be what happened.

The corpse had not decayed even after soaking for so many years; some supernatural power must be maintaining it. This was certainly not an ordinary corpse, but either a malevolent spirit or a ghost wielder.

But their past experiences told them.

The likelihood of it being a ghost was greater.

For even a ghost wielder couldn't survive in that state for over a decade and then awaken.

Time ticked by, but there was no sign of awakening.

"Bang!"

Just then, a loud noise came from behind, startling everyone.

The door to Room 505 had been opened.

"Pah, what a filthy thing, so cursed. Lucky for me, Ye, that I'm quite strong. Anyone else would be dead for sure,"

Ye Zhen's voice rang out as he swaggered out, clutching a broken gramophone with fingers from the arm of a hand serving as the needle, playing an intermittent eerie music track.

The interruptions were due to the record's severe damage, purposefully tampered with.

"The final piece of the puzzle?" Yang Jian's eyes narrowed.

He had guessed wrong; it wasn't that the corpse was incomplete, but that the final piece of the puzzle wasn't found.

And the reason it hadn't been found was that the arm had long been taken away and not stored in the glass jar.

"You guys are perverts, actually gathered around to study a female corpse. Ye here doesn't have that kind of taste,"

Ye Zhen remarked, his eyes widening, hurriedly distancing himself from the group of perverts to avoid any peculiar fetishes rubbing off on him.

"What happened in the room just now?" Yang Jian asked, "Where's Sister Hong, did you see her?"

"Sister Hong? You mean that red-cheongsamed ghost thing?"

Ye Zhen said, "Of course I saw her, we had quite a fight at the stairway earlier, and she ran away by cheating. There was nothing in the room, only this ghost thing playing music, which I destroyed."

"You actually fought with Sister Hong and drove her away?" Yang Jian was unsure and incredulous.

No wonder Ye Zhen had been silent; turns out he had a conflict with Sister Hong.

"It's a pity I couldn't kill her, but rest assured, next time I see her, Ye here will definitely settle the score, deciding life and death," Ye Zhen snorted, somewhat embarrassed.

"I have no objections if you can take her down," Yang Jian thought today's smooth progress was likely because Sister Hong had been stopped.

Otherwise, she would surely have been involved.

"The body you are playing with seems to be missing an arm. Luckily, I found it in the room earlier. Here, see if it fits," Ye Zhen said, and then forcefully removed the arm from the gramophone and tossed it over.

Upon catching it, Yang Jian said, "You seem quite interested in this body as well."

"Nonsense, no, don't slander me," Ye Zhen quickly defended himself before turning away.

"I just want to know what kind of ghost thing this is, one that could kill me, Ye, multiple times. If possible, I want to fight it again in front of you all to show how Ye handles this ghost thing."

Ye Zhen wanted to save face and continue challenging the peculiar corpse.

Yang Jian remained silent, simply piecing the last arm onto the corpse.

Soon.

The wounds were healing, and an intact corpse appeared.

All the pieces of the puzzle were gathered.

None of the previous couriers had ever accomplished this.

At that moment.

The female corpse suddenly opened its eyes, and the entire ghost post office began to shake, as if an earthquake was occurring, making the whole building appear about to collapse.

This was no illusion.

It was truly an earthquake.

Yang Jian, with his ghostly eyes, saw that the wooden staircase outside the fifth-floor door couldn't support itself and had already collapsed. Cracks even appeared on the ground, quickly spreading into a dense network.

"Is the post office about to collapse?" The other couriers were uncertain and alarmed.

That couldn't possibly happen.

The Ghost Post Office is a supernatural place, how could it collapse.

"No, the post office isn't collapsing; something is emerging,"

Yang Jian saw walls peeling and the ground cracking. While everything appeared on the verge of collapse, in reality, it wasn't. Instead, this upheaval induced certain mysterious changes in the post office.

These changes were happening from the inside out.

It seemed the true nature of the post office was about to reveal itself.

But before he had too much time to observe.

Suddenly.

The ground split open, truly collapsing, and they tumbled down to the fourth floor of the post office.

But then the fourth floor also collapsed, dropping them to the third floor.

The third floor collapsed as well.

The floors were vanishing one by one.